Monthly Archives: July 2007

1. Parabolic Mirror A “future that’s always arriving but that never arrives finally” is the secret of his poetry. He says, squirting out a jet of tobacco juice & licking globules of saliva on his lips. Yes, the sacred rose … Continue reading →

I. He was lining up at the counter, his ruddy, loose cheeks flatly shining with Chinese powder, his lips streaked with crimson violence. Obviously, “a flaming faggot” who rebels against the social code of tucking in his real gender. His … Continue reading →